Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Henry Cow to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
The Standells,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tears for Fears,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
The Fortunes,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
Crime,
Supertramp,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skaos,
Monks,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Glambeats Corp.,
Traffic Nightmare,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
MC5,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Animal Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Alice Coltrane,
Pagans,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rekid,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.